X = Haiku?

Everything about math makes me want to jump off a bridge: the numbers, the notes, the endless hours of hearing the teacher talk.

Me

The Enemy

It goes against my very nature; the way my brain is wired. I have a compulsive need to break down everything I learn, piece by piece, and analyze it. I want to counteract things and come at it from a different angle than is taught to me. It is not enough for me to know that something works. I need to know why it works, and other ways to look at it.

That is not a possibility in a high school math class. I am forced to sit there, listen, and attempt to absorb the ludicrously difficult concepts, and accept that them for what they are, then move on to the next thing. It drives me crazy.

In mathematics you learn a process, regurgitate it, and move on. There is no room for debate. There is no possibility of argument. You are right or wrong. That’s that. Right or wrong, with nothing in-between. It drives me mad.

So, as you can probably guess, I have a tendency to zone out during math. During today’s class when I was busy ignoring the algebra being taught at me, I began to write a series of math based haikus.